There's an old time preacher
Named Elzie Banks
And he tells it like it is
He said you can't be good
If you're a little bit bad
Cause the devil knows you're his
And when preach yourself fire and brimstone
You can almost see the flames
When he says you walk them golden streets
Ten thousand angels sing
He'll break ice on the river
In the middle of the wintertime
And say, "Come on, sistеr, wade right in
The water's mighty mighty finе"
He'd raise one hand toward the heaven
And then he'd say, "Let's pray
Come on, Lord
Let's show this world
We're gonna drown the old devil today"
And we'll say, "Come on, children
Let your little light shine
On the mountain top
We'll get a kick out of watching the devil
Setting him stumbling blocks"
This world is the devil's playground
And I hate like the devil say
He's the hardest worker in this world
He works twenty-five hours a day
Preacher Elzie keep on a preaching
He never let your people down
I missed the old camp meeting time
And dinner on the ground
He's an old time gospel preacher
And he preaches the gospel free
The mountain people need him
And they love him just like me
Lord, I wouldn't be caught dead
Without my Jesus to hold on to
If you don't know your Lord today
Tomorrow He won't know you
Don't get me wrong, I believe in heaven
I strongly believe in saving
Are the TV preachers losing souls
For the bank accounts they're saving?
And we'll say, "Come on children
Let your little light shine
On the mountain top
We'll get a kick out of watching the devil
Setting him stumbling blocks"
This world is the devil's playground
Lord, I hate like the devil to say
He's the hardest worker in this world
He works twenty-five hours a day